Get more clothes.

Blowing hair from her face, Mai shrugged. "Well, as much as I love wearing your tiny undergarments and chest squeezing shirt, I'd like to get new clothes," she suggested. My boxers weren't "tiny"...just not the length she was hoping for, I guess. ...and I had to say, I wasn't too upset about the shirt...

Standing up, I nodded. "Alright. I'll go check on your clothes, see if they're dried yet. Um...you may want to do something...with your hair," I told her. Mai tilted her head, a tiny spark of amusement on her face. "What's wrong with it?" She blew it out of her face again. "You answered your own question," I said before slipping out of the room.

I found Mai's clothes to be sufficantly dry and returned to her with them. Taking them from me, she left the room, much to my disappointment. So damn proper... This had to make her the single most conservative model of robo-slut in existence. ...okay, I'm exaggerating, I'm sure there are worse ones...but whatever.

After a bit, Mai returned, dressed as she was when she arrived. Her hair was done in a simple ponytail. Noticing my expression she crossed her arms. "You think I put my hair like that myself?" Mai asked. Sighing, she shook her head. "There was always someone to do it for me...oh well. I guess this is just another sign of my new life." Shockingly positive outlook for her.

As we stepped outside, Mai gave the sun a glare, as if being re-introduced to an old nemesis. That's when she noticed my car. It was a black Honda Civic. ...2005, if you're wondering. "What...is that for?" Mai asked, studying the car as if she expected it to react to her voice.

Smiling, I gently nudge her toward the car. "Think of it as a carriage without anything needed to pull it," I explained. "The clothing store is relatively far. This will cut the travel time by quite a bit." I opened the door. Mai looked inside, her face impassive as usual. Glancing back at me, Mai apparently decided that if I suggested it, it must be safe, climbing inside and sitting down. I shut the door and went around to the driver's side, getting in.

I put on my seatbelt. Mai watched me before mimicking the action. "Is there a point to this?" she asked in her usual tone. "The blunt version? It's to stop you from smashing through that glass if we crash," I replied. She looked at the windshield, then back to the seatbelt. "Hmm." Pretty much the blase response I'd expect from her.

Mai had crossed her arms once her seatbelt was in. When I started the car, her grip on her own arms tightened. "It's supposed to do that," I told her. Mai glanced at me before nodding and easing back in the seat. "If you're willing to put us in it, I trust this...machine...to be safe," she told me, not a hint of doubt in her mind.

The drive to the mall was slightly amusing. Mai would glance at the window, trying not to visibly marvel at the things around her. I wished I could have paid more attention to her, but I was a bit busy driving. Once we arrived, I let out my breath. "Okay...people are going to be looking at you a bit weird," I explained. "Your clothes are a bit...odd for the time period." Mai examined the seatbelt, figuring out how to unclasp it. "I'm used to be stared at, John. Let's get this over with."